Creator

The Simulation

Prologue II

In his awakening, the teenager found himself in the center of a very large, pitch-black room. The walls were not visible. He was lying down in the middle of the room. When suddenly a flashing spotlight appeared just above him reflecting and burning into his bright oceanic coloured eyes causing him to face away and squint. He blinked rapidly seven times allowing his eyes to adjust to the light, a light he had never seen before.

The ginger was stirred awake from a deep sleep, shaken by an unknown and unfamiliar voice from somewhere, actually, nowhere. The voice, was nowhere to be found, and there was nobody there but him. He remained placid. When suddenly a voice boomed across the room.

"Ah! You're up!" The voice spoke, "My god, about time it finally worked! Hello! How are you? What's happening?" The voice asked very ambient.

At the first sound of a voice ever heard the ginger trembled away, confused and scared. He stood up, looking around wildly into the black abyss that surrounded the spotlight where he stood now almost perfectly in the middle, naked. Trying to come to his senses if this was all a symptom of his imagination or was there really a voice somewhere speaking down to him, or would it be up to him in this case? Nevertheless, the voice spoke down to him almost, like a god of some sort.

"Crap. Forgot the linguistics program." the scratchy voice muttered.

The ginger, afraid and quite startled, began to wonder he should do wondering if he could make a run for it. But, what if it lead to nowhere? he contemplated. He didn't want to think, he need to escape whatever this was or whomever had put him here, now.

"Should I say something back? he contemplated. " Should I run into the darkness where the voice cant find me until I find the exit door? he thought some more, "but what if this place leads to nowhere, what if i am actually nowhere?" All of these thoughts persisted to grown and form to actual possibilities in his mind. He clenched his abdomen, his head spun like he had just gotten of a roller coaster on its third round a feeling of flippy-floppy turns swelling within his stomach.

A paging sound echoed throughout the perimeter and he lowered his head to quickly a blow or as not to be seen. He felt his heart racing inside his chest, sweat falling from his face and all over his chest. He snuck a look to make sure everything had been clear before moving anywhere. He wandered only inside the perimeters of the spotlight afraid to step into the darkness.

"And... Done!" The voice exclaimed out loud for him to hear.

There was a single loud clack! sound and the Ginger jolted.

"wait , what was done? Am I going to die, right here in this circle? What was 'done-" He was suddenly cut off.

Suddenly there was a great outpouring of unknown words and phrases. Every syllable and vowel began to spill freely from the boys lips, every annunciation rolled sweetly off his tongue with belonging and pride, but most weirdly, ease even though he had never spoken before. Words he had never even heard before or been programmed to know, almost another language of some sort completely foreign to him.

"¿Qué está pasando?" He gasped covering his mouth.

He had now clue why he had just said what he did but one thing he knew, he was definitely not In control. He had never even so much as spoken a word until today.

"If I'm being controlled who's doing this to me, is there some sort of higher power controlling and monitoring everything I do somehow?" He asked himself all of sudden taken away from his deep thoughts with a loud shout from above.